As I was assembling stuff for the crates today and listening to classical music it felt almost movie-like. One of those still photos stitched together to form a moving pictorial of the march of time. I wish I would have been clever and creative enough to document our life and our move in still pictures so that we would have our own time quilt.
In a lot of ways this move has felt very much like that, a series of frenetic action followed by moments of pure stillness. It is a bit hard to exist in this world without going mildly insane. There is no moment of balance. At least the music track for this movie has been equally quirky. As much as I long for consistency in daily actions right now I have to remind myself to embrace the frenetic moments because I fear Saudi will provide me with much stillness.